My words mean naught to you whose ear, I know, <br />Was tickled lightly by some promise made <br />With fingers crossed behind façade of love <br />A precedent I strive to stay as far <br />Away as I can be. What can I do <br />To help you see I truly mean this word? <br /> <br />What can I do to know myself, to know <br />I have the courage I require now <br />To stand sincerely by each noise I spout, <br />Transfrom them into substance real and true. <br /> <br />I pledge my life to live my word fore'er, <br />To ne'er back down; whate'er I say I do <br />And maybe I won't say the word you want <br />For fear I cannot keep so large a task: <br />No promise will I make before I know <br />I have the means to carry out my word <br /> <br />Just watch me carefully, and if you find <br />The smallest hint— <br /> <br />I falter here. <br />I see no means for to assure my truth; <br />Integrity, proud honesty so strong, <br />And I so weak...<br /><br />Daniel Nairn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/link/
